Don't let me find you!
Khajiit cursed through gritted teeth, then shrank his neck and quickly withdrew his gaze from the black tower.
The dense negative energy here was not something he could utilize; rather, the master of this place wanted to rely on the gathering of a large number of Undead to spawn even stronger Undead.
Over the course of several months, Khajiit had also more or less guessed who the master of this dilapidated land was—the one who could make their leader pay a visit and who occupied such a vast territory.
In this world, there existed terrifying beings that surpassed the Elder Lich, and they possessed the power to easily destroy a kingdom.
According to the secret records of various countries, only three were officially recorded. The Dragon Night Undead Magician—Kefangtala Angulus. The Giant Divine Being Night Undead Magician—Xiyouen, and the most mysterious one known as the Shadow King, the Night Undead Magician hailed as "Terror."
These three were explicitly recorded in various countries, but even top nobles, and perhaps even some members of royalty, might not know of their existence. Because for the living, not knowing was, on the contrary, a form of happiness.
And here!
This was the territory ruled by that most mysterious and terrifying entity.
Khajiit kept his head down and walked quickly into the three-story inn. After reaching the top floor, he gently knocked on a door.
Click!
The door opened automatically. The leader of "Zurannon," shrouded entirely in black mist, appeared before Khajiit.
"Levitate."
The leader of "Zurannon" extended a staff from within his body and waved it in Khajiit's direction. The large amount of magical Materials brought by Khajiit flew up out of thin air and began to be placed in various positions, following the complex ritual already set up in the room.
"After preparing for so long, did you still fail? It's within expectations; that insidious blond kid is not easy to deal with." The leader of "Zurannon" let out a low laugh while setting things up: "That's fine, too. Only through failure can a more fanatical yearning for power be spawned."
Khajiit stood respectfully to one side, his gaunt face and sunken eye sockets focused on the floor, carefully scanning the complex magical ritual with the corner of his eye.
As for what happened?
Khajiit already had some guesses; it was highly probable that he would not be the only one staying here.
Crack!
With the final magical Material placed, the concentration of magic throughout the room began to rise sharply.
The leader of "Zurannon" tossed a blood-red potion bottle from the black mist enveloping his entire body into the magical ritual area. Even though the blood-red potion bottle was sealed with a cork, Khajiit could still smell the sudden, thick, foul, and bloody stench that permeated the air.
"Resurrection of the Dead!" A hoarse and low voice rang out.
Great Wetlands, upper lake, deep in the dense forest. Lyle held a pocket watch in one hand, checking the time, while occasionally glancing at the corpse of the Gray-robed Mage.
"It's taking longer than the last time Khajiit was resurrected. Is a resurrection ritual being prepared?" Lyle whispered to himself, without any impatience, still waiting quietly.
Time passed bit by bit.
Suddenly.
The body of the Gray-robed Mage gave an imperceptible shiver, and his entire body began to show signs of melting, like snow under the sun.
Lyle, who had been watching closely, naturally noticed this change immediately. Without any hesitation, he chanted in a low voice: "Resurrection of the Dead!"
Hum—
The fluctuation of magic expanded! The melting phenomenon of the Gray-robed Mage's entire body came to a halt.
Unlike when he used "Resurrection Magic" to revive him directly before, Lyle could clearly feel that the magical fluctuations in the air had become manic.
Rumble!
A sound like muffled thunder appeared out of thin air, as if two different forces were colliding!
The restless fluctuations formed an invisible wave of air, sweeping through the surroundings. The branches and leaves of the numerous twisted, strange trees nearby were blown by this gust of wind, rustling loudly!
"Hmph!"
Lyle let out a cold snort. He could feel that in this invisible confrontation, he was the one holding the advantage.
Whoosh—
Lyle directly increased the output of his magic, making the "Resurrection of the Dead" spell become more concentrated.
After a short stalemate, the invisible tremors dissipated. The Gray-robed Mage sat up from the ground, screaming, and gasped for air.
"Success."
"It seems the backup plan won't be needed." Lyle looked at the Gray-robed Mage who had been resurrected before him, a smile appearing on his face. He recalled the state of the magical confrontation just now, lost in thought:
"When there is a complete corpse, casting magic at close range is far better than the effect of magic at a long distance, is it?"
After obtaining this experimental result.
Lyle felt a slight relief inside. Now he knew how to deal with Quinaise.
Bang!
With another muffled sound, the Gray-robed Mage passed out again, completely unable to resist.
The land of "Terror."
Inside the room.
The various precious magical Materials that had been set up had all turned into powder and scattered on the floor. The entire room was exceptionally messy, as if it had been hit by a force seven or eight gale.
"Theocracy!"
The leader of "Zurannon," whose entire body was shrouded in dense fog, let out an angry low roar.
The next day.
As the sunlight once again covered the marsh.
Lyle scanned the status panel to see that the class skill of the [Mad Mage] was displayed as available for reuse.
He killed the Gray-robed Mage, cast the "Resurrection of the Dead" magic again to deal with him, and used up the "Mad Meditation" class skill three times until the Gray-robed Mage could absolutely no longer be resurrected by Resurrection Magic.
Whoosh!
A scorching fireball, transformed from a thunderbolt, flew out from Lyle's palm, landed on the corpse of the Gray-robed Mage, and burned him to ashes.
"Am I being overly cautious?"
Lyle looked at the Gray-robed Mage who had turned into ashes, raised his hands to rub his temples, and whispered to himself.